All language subtitles for The.Lady.In.The.Car.With.Glasses.And.A.Gun.(2015).BDRip.x264-WiDE

I've never seen the sea.

Never seen the sea.

I'm going with my boyfriend,
my sister and her fiancé.

He's ugly but funny.
My sister adores him.

- Coming to the party?
- Yes, I love to dance.

How about you?

- Maybe. I don't know.
- How enthusiastic!

Going on holiday?

I went away in June.

Odd. Where did you go?

You're really pale.

She stayed at home in Paris
like some poor thing.

Right, Dany?

Get a sun lamp. They may cause
cancer but they work.

I've never seen the sea.

I've never seen the sea.

THE LADY

IN THE CAR

WITH GLASSES

AND A GUN

- Sorry.
- No, it's your office.

I wanted to ask you...

I'm flying to Geneva to meet Milkaby

for the new campaign.

Marty's damn report on
competition is a total mess.

I rewrote a rough version.

I understand.

- How many pages is it?
- Fifty or so.

To be done tonight?

I may not manage it.
I do six pages an hour.

If that...

Why not ask Francine?
She's super-fast.

She's fast but understands nothing.
I'm asking you, Dany.

You were going to the party?

I'll take that into account.
You could work at my place.

- At your home?
- Yes.

It'd help. My flight's at noon, I
wouldn't need to come here.

We have a guest room.

Anita will be glad.

It's been ages.

- Yes.
- How long exactly?

Three and a half years.

She talks about you.

The wild things you got up to.

She misses you.

I'll be going soon.

I can take you if you're ready.

See you downstairs in ten minutes?

(Dan)!"-

Be discreet.
Not a word to the other girls.

- All right.
- No one else.

- All right, no one.
- That's it, no one.

I'm counting on you.

I've gone to see the sea Dany

We'll stop at your place

so you can change and
get your toiletries.

I'm glad to see Anita again.

We started at the agency
the same day.

She made fun of me

because she felt my dress was tacky.

She was right.

I'll see you back here?

May I come up?
I need to call Anita.

The place is a bit of a mess.

I promise I won't look.

I'll only be a minute or two.

If you want a drink,
help yourself from the bar.

Thank you.

- Known Anita long?
- Eight years.

We were at the same
secretarial school.

She was the best.
She got everything she wanted.

- We called her "Anita-Screw-You".
- Really?

- You didn't know?
- No.

We won't be long now.

Half an hour or so.

No, she hasn't changed.

Slim, with flaming red hair.

You'll recognize her.

See you later, honey.

We'll buy you some food. There
isn't much at home, I fear.

- We're not eating together?
- No.

Anita and I are going out tonight.

Sorry, I thought...

I don't know what I thought.

Hello, Sylvie sweetheart.

- Say hello to Dany.
- How old is she?

I'm three.

Drat, I forgot my coat.

- I had a little present for you.
- Come on.

Here you go.

- A French keyboard?
- Is that a problem?

Don't worry, I'll do my best.

Do your best.

- The famous report.
- Thank you.

Is it legible?

Yes...

How can a man as tall as you
have such tiny handwriting?

How amusing.

I won't stay any longer.

Anita will be down to see you soon.

Do you need anything?

No, I don't think so.

Work well then.

Coo-ea'.!

It's been ages.

- Yes. How are you?
- My head's killing me.

What is it?

Nothing. Just looking at you.

It suits you.

Yes, thank you. That's kind.

A bit extravagant, but I was lucky.
I got it at a good price

from a photographer at the agency.

I'll show you the bathroom.

You have a beautiful home.

And your daughter's really adorable.

She looks so much like you.

I put a towel out for you.

Thank you.

Sorry to ask, but I'm so silly...

I forgot my nightdress.

Could you lend me one?

Take this.

No, it's far too pretty.

Really, take it. I have others.

Sorry, I have to get ready. I'm late.

Don't stop. I'll just put this down

over here and I'll go.

We'll leave you. I'm taking Sylvie
to her grandma's,

then joining Michel
at his cocktail party.

All right.

We'll be back late... Sylvie.

Sylvie! Come here.

Don't wait up.
I'll see you in the morning.

I'll be fine.

- Need anything else?
- I'd love a cigarette.

- Keep the pack.
- Thank you.

Come on.

Bye, Sylvie.

Anita, make an effort, dammit!

Please, spare me these
fucking cocktail parties!

Dany? Are you asleep?

- [Dam], are you ok?
- Yes, I'm fine.

- I have 15 pages to go.
- Sleep now. Finish tomorrow.

All right.

I've brought you coffee.

Wow, this little outfit suits me!

Did it cost a lot?

He bought it for me.

He loves buying me gifts.

He's completely mad!

He adores me.

Yes, I'm off to the Riviera with him.

His parents are buying us a yacht
as a wedding present.

You're just a pathetic secretary,
blind as a bat.

I've just finished.

Exceflent

Here you are, Mr. Caravaille.

Your August bonus and a little extra.

- Thank you.
- It's as agreed.

- Do you have your license, Dany?
- I'm sorry?

Your driving license.
Anita said you could drive.

A taxi's hell to get at the weekend.
I can't miss my flight.

Could you come to Orly with us?

- What for?
- To bring the car back here after.

There are garages at Orly.

Yes, I know that.

Are you coming?

Impossible.

- Why?
- I don't know. Because...

Don't be silly. Come on,
we have to pick Sylvie up too.

What's going on?

She's scared to drive it.

Come on, Dany, don't be childish.

- Where do I leave it?
- In the garden.

The papers are in the glove box.
The gate key is on the ring.

- And the keys?
- Keep them.

I'll collect them at work.

Stop complicating things, Dany.

- Thank you.
- How do I change gears?

It's an automatic.
P to park, R to reverse,

- N is neutral, D to drive.
- Sorry, I'm not used to it.

Are you delaying us
or trying to be smart?

Our number in Switzerland
if you need us.

We have to go now. Goodbye.

(Dan)!"-

What are you after?

Trying to be clever?

You poor thing...

No one will mind if you keep
the car an extra hour or two.

Could you come to Orly with us?

Then bring the car back here.

I've never seen the sea.

As agreed.

I've never seen the sea.

Stop complicating things.

I've never seen the sea.

I'm asking you, Dany.

Then bring the car back here.

I've never seen the sea.

A perfect fit.

Sorry to pry, but I saw
you arrive in your car...

Are you an actress by any chance?

I'm in advertising.

- I run an ad agency.
- I knew it.

Thank you.

Here... A little present.

Thank you.

Feeling better?

I ran after you to give
you your coat earlier.

Sorry, I think you have
the wrong person.

No, you had breakfast in my café.

You forgot your coat.

You're mixing me up
with someone else.

No, not at all.

I could tell you weren't
feeling well.

And you left your coat on your chair.

You're very kind, but I promise
you it wasn't me.

I was in Paris this morning.

Your car had a problem
with its lights.

So it's because of the car.

Hers was the same.

It was you I saw in my café.

I never saw your car.

I'm sorry, it was someone else.
Goodbye.

You feel guilty.

Trying to scare yourself?

Who'll come looking on a bank holiday

for some car that
hasn't even been stolen?

Take the car back Tuesday.

Have it cleaned.

No one will ever know.

No one.

Fill it up, please.

Sure, right away.

Coffee, please.

How much?

One franc 30.

No, it's on us.

Thank you, but no.

It's ok. The pleasure's ours.

Hey, what are you doing?
Let's get going!

Catch me and I'll give you
back your flowers, promise!

I've never seen the sea.

Never seen the sea.

Madam?

Are you all right, madam?

Madam...

Are you ok?

Have you been robbed?

Here...

Come on now. We'll look after you.

- What happened?
- No idea.

She says someone attacked her.

Take the kid, she shouldn't be here.

No one followed you in there.

We were all here.

Who knows what happened,
but we'd have seen the guy.

He pounced on me.

He grabbed me.

Did he...

He crushed my wrist!

That's not true.

You had that mark last night.

I wasn't here last night.

- I was in Paris.
- No, you were here at my garage.

I don't know what you're playing at.

- I was in Paris.
- I mended the car's brake lights.

- That's not true.
- It is!

You didn't want fuel,
your brake lights were out.

You're mistaken.

Mistaken, with a car like that?

You're mixing up the two cars!

I'm mixing nothing up!

I changed the screws on the wires.

You'll see they're my screws.

That hand was bandaged
and you know it!

You're left-handed but
you could drive anyway.

Say what you like, but I'm no liar.

I didn't have a bandage
when I got here.

No.

- It can't be me.
- You had it last night.

I've never been here before.

You're mistaking me for someone else.

Let me find a doctor.

- We'll send for him.
- No, I want to see him alone.

- I'll go to a hospital.
- I want to hear what you say.

Maybe you're making it up
to cause trouble.

If you want to take the train,
we'll drive the car to Paris.

Who says I want to go back to Paris?

- No one.
- I'm going south to see the sea.

The doctor said not
to drive like that.

I was driving last night...

Was my hand bandaged
then like it is now?

Yes or no?

What's changed?

I owe you for the fuel.

- Here.
- Too much.

- For your trouble.
- Thank you.

Forgive me,
I lost control last night.

You're so attractive.

It wasn't me.

So? I apologized.

Anyone can make a mistake.

Help me out, shake my hand.

My daughter's watching us.

Her name's Maureen.
She's the apple of my eye.

See the little lights, honey?
Daddy mended them.

What's wrong?

What are you afraid of?

That people will think you're crazy?

So, Miss Dorémus...

Out again, are we?

You got the brake lights fixed.
That's good.

A short circuit, was it?

They're working now.

You had them fixed in Paris?

I'm talking to you.

Did you have them fixed in Paris?

Where?

Can you take off your glasses?

You drive in those at night?

I'm short-sighted. I broke my others.

It's dangerous, especially with
an injured hand.

Where are you going now?

Down south.

Where?

Monte Carlo.

Not in one go, surely?

I'll stop at a hotel
a bit further on.

La Renaissance?

You told me you stayed at
La Renaissance in Chalon, right?

I don't know.

What's wrong, miss?
Are you in trouble?

I'm tired, that's all.

Put your glasses on, Miss Dorémus.

Follow me to Chalon.
I'll lead the way.

How does he know my name?

He can't know it.

He can...

I must have given my papers
to the doctor.

Or I told them my name at the garage.

I can't remember.

They're in on this together.

I know what I did this morning.

You're passing through a dream, Dany.

And it's someone else's dream.

Know what? You'll go to this hotel.

You'll sleep and take the car
back to Paris tomorrow.

And everything
will get back to normal.

- All right?
- All right.

I'll see the sea some other time.

Good evening.

- Good evening.
- Can I help you?

- I'd like a room for the night.
- Just tonight?

Yes.

Could you fill out this form?

You write with that hand?

I'll do it for you then.

Dany Dorémus.

You don't recognize me?

Why? Should I?

I think I stayed here yesterday.

Sorry, it was my night off.

- Could you check?
- Check?

- That I stayed here.
- I believe you...

I'm asking you to check.
You must have records, right?

Yes, of course.

Dany Dorémus.

Yes, here we are...

It's dated today.

Because you arrived
in the night, that's why.

No need to fill out another.

Thank you.

You took your time.

- Shall we?
- Don't say you've seen me before.

I'm sick of it!

Let's not stay out here.

Get off my car, please.

- Maybe it's not yours.
- Really?

I checked the papers.

Will you please be nice? Get down.

I need to be in
Cannes tomorrow, urgently.

Could you take me, please?

I disconnected the battery.

So no Cannes then?

I'm not going there. I lied.

May I? Thank you.

I sail from Marseilles...

on the 15th for Guinea.

- An oil company has hired me.
- Congratulations.

- You can send me a postcard.
- What's your name?

Dam!-.

I'm Georges.

Really?

- Why? I don't look like a Georges?
- No.

I don't?

Want one?

Take it.

Thank you.

I feel like I'm going...

Say it.

I think I'm going mad.

May I see my form, please?

Of course.

Thank you.

It's not my writing.

Maybe you couldn't write.

Dorémus, Danielle Marie Virginie.

- Is that you or not?
- I've never been here before.

Sorry, I don't understand.

- Aren't you taking the room?
- I am.

Of course.
I was just trying to be clever.

I'll take two.

I'd have liked a tub in my room too.

To relax in.

You can sleep in the car
if you're not happy.

Or with you. It'd save money
and I could take a bath.

And I'd scrub your back?

Yes, that'd be perfect.

Nice room.

This isn't my bag.
Where did you find it?

It's mine.

What a nerve!

We're going.

My room is really small.

You see that vase?

Get out right now or I'll smash it
over your head.

Have one.

Want to know what I think?

It's a trick.

What is?

- A trick on you.
- You think so?

What else could it be?

Don't be afraid.
You're being fooled, that's all.

Who'd play a trick like this?

- Where did he take your flowers?
- Near Auxerre.

A trucker, right?

- Yes.
- So that's it.

They talk by radio.

They all have CB now.

CB?

They saw you in your big car,
found you pretty

and played a trick on you for fun.

Call this funny?

A trick can take a bad turn.

They tried to scare you,
you fought back, you got hurt.

- You think so?
- I'm sure.

- The policeman...
- What?

Could a policeman take part
in something this stupid?

Why not? You think
policemen are smart?

Let me see... What's your smile like?

How do you see me now? Hazy?

And if I come closer?

Kiss me.

Breakfast, madam.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You know you talk in your sleep?

I talked?

It sounded like a weird dream.

I don't remember.

Want to know what you said?

No.

No, I'd rather not.

I have nightmares.

- I'm Georges.
- Really?

Why? I don't look like a Georges?

I sail from Marseilles on the 15th

for Cairo.
An oil company has hired me.

What's on your mind?

Why did you pick my car?

Lots of people head south.

Because I liked you.

- Because of the car?
- That too.

Your little white outfit.

You're upset?

No.

- You're driving too fast.
- You're scared?

Come on.

- Where are we going?
- Don't worry.

Have you known many men?

- A few.
- How many?

How many? Three? Four?
Ten? A hundred?

One.

Just one?

Only one who matters.

He was your first?

Answer me. Was he?

Yes.

It bothers you to say it?

A little.

When was it?

Did he leave you?

Why do you want to know?

No reason. Just to know.

Was it him or you?

- No one left anyone.
- So why aren't you with him?

- He didn't love you.
- He did.

Not enough to stay.

Was he married?

You got pregnant?

Why are you afraid to say it?
You had an abortion?

- Do you often sleep with strangers?
- I'm not like that!

So what did we do last night?

I'll get the cigarettes from the car.

I'll be right back.

Is that you?

Is someone there?

When did things start
going off the tracks?

At the service station?

Before then even, when that
woman spoke about my coat.

There has to be a point
when it started.

Hello.

Do you have a CB?

Yes, I have a CB. Why do you ask?

Can I ask a favor?

A quick one.
I have to pick up a load.

What's your favor?

We're looking for a green
Thunderbird. You can't miss it.

A red one's just behind me.

Green, he said. Clean your ears!

- Yes, green.
- Sorry, mine's red.

A blue American car passed me
an hour ago,

901719 at top speed.

- Where?
- Near Brignoles.

What are you doing there?

Give us a break, Castor!

Did anyone else see it
near Brignoles or Fréjus?

- No, nothing to report.
- No.

I haven't seen it, baby.

Someone saw it near Brignoles.

I think it's about to pass me.

- Where?
- Villefranche.

- Stick with it.
- So buy me a Ferrari.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Good bye.

Madam...

Is this your car?

- Yes.
- Can I get in?

I don't think
your parents won't agree.

They will.

- What's your name?
- Bertrand.

How do you do? I'm Dany.

Who's the man in your car?

- There isn't a man.
- There is, in the back.

- Where?
- There.

He's asleep.

It's not possible.

You didn't see properly.

The trunk's empty.

Stop, shit!
You don't know where you're going!

I'll go to the police.

That's the sensible thing to do.

What'll you tell them?

That you picked up a killer

who dumped a corpse
in the car you stole?

Want to know the truth, Dany?

Yes.

It's all in your mind.

All in your mind.

None of this really exists.

It's all in my mind.

Follow me!

- Is he still in there?
- Where else?

- Who is he?
- You tell me that!

Don't play this game!
You risk more than I do.

- What'll you do?
- I want to understand.

- Did you kill him?
- No.

You stole his car?

No, it's my boss's.

- He lent it to you?
- He doesn't know I took it.

- Where's he from?
- Think I know?

Someone put him there. It wasn't me.

He was dead before I met you.

- Says who?
- I can see.

He hasn't breathed for a while.

You could've put him there
way after killing him.

- When?
- While I was sleeping.

- He was in my bag?
- You could've got up in the night.

Listen...

I stole your car

to sell to a guy I know here.
I may be a thief...

and a bastard, but I'm not a killer!

Could your boss be a bit of a killer?

Maybe the stiff
was already in the car.

- The trunk was empty.
- You opened it?

Yes, several times.

It's a hard story to swallow.

Did you kill him with the shotgun?

Kill him? With a shotgun?

What shotgun?

Cut it out, Dany!

Well then?

You see it now?

It's nothing to do with you?

I swear.

Know what we're going to do?
The same thing...

as the bastard who put
him in your trunk.

We dump him here and
forget all about him!

Follow my motorbike
to the Marseilles docks.

Then we'll sail to Cairo.

It's over.

I'm here.

Hold on a second.

Have you seen this?

What is it?

What is this?

Who signed this? Who signed it?!

Slop!

Let me come to you.
I can't live without you.

I never wrote it.
I don't know the guy.

- That's not true.
- It can't be me.

- I don't understand.
- Stop talking this rubbish.

- What's wrong?
- I saw you weren't well.

I'm just tired. You're mistaken.

No, not at all.

Dorémus, Danielle Marie Virginie.
Is that you?

You're mixing me up
with someone else.

Vincenzo?

Vincenzo?

Vincenzo!

Anita?

- Yes.
- It's Dany. It's terrible.

Really terrible.

Where on earth are you?

I'm lost.

Dany, what's going on?

I killed someone.

My God...

It's my fault. It's all my fault.

It's horrible.
I don't know what I'm doing.

I swear I didn't mean any harm.

I'm scared. I'm so scared.

We're going to help you.

You hear?

- Do you know where you are?
- No, I don't.

Near... Near Nice. Villefranche.

Villefranche?

- Why are you down there?
- Sorry, I didn't bring the car back.

I took the car.

I shouldn't have.

- I'm being punished.
- Calm down. Please. Listen to me.

If you're in Villefranche,
you're near a friend's house.

It's in Antibes.

Go to his place.

- I don't know if I can.
- Obey, Dany, go there.

Do as I say, Dany.

Follow the coast until
a sign for Bellerive.

The house is empty
but the gate stays open.

The key's just above the door.

- You'll remember that?
- Yes.

Lock yourself in.
You'll be safe there.

Michel's leaving now
to join you there.

Forgive me.

Forgive me...

You're trying to drive me mad.

I've never been here before.

Drat, I forgot my coat.
I had a little present for you.

I don't believe it...

I know you're there.

The woman in the other car.

She was injured.

That's why you attacked me.

So I'd be like her.

From the beginning, you made her
follow the same road as me.

She went everywhere before me,
making people believe she was me.

No, Dany, that's impossible.

No one could have known
you'd take that road.

No one.

Even I didn't know.
I was asked to take the car back.

You were supposed to kill me
in Paris'? Is that it?

Don't move!

You'll spoil everything.

I'm tired.

I haven't slept since you left, Dany.

Everything's fine.
You haven't killed anyone.

You've both lied to me
from the beginning.

It's not your fault, Dany.

Anita had killed a man.

They'd slept together.

She'd had a lot to drink.

His name was Kaub. Maurice Kaub.

He was blackmailing her with photos
he said he'd send to me.

Trivial and pathetic tableaux.

I love Anita.

I love her with the same pity
as my little girl for I know

she is genuinely and pathetically

a little girl herself.

I never contemplated
the idea of abandoning her,

of letting her be jailed,
of letting her suffer all alone.

In no time at all, I came up...

with a scheme to save us.

The more I thought about it,
the more perfect it seemed.

Outlandish but perfect.

You could work at my place.

I have to go.

Work well then.

If we made it look
as if he'd been killed elsewhere,

Anita would be safe.

Don't stop.
I'll just put this down over here

and I'll go.

I replayed the murder,
killing Kaub a second time,

far from Anita.

- Bye, Sylvie.
- See you tomorrow.

Later that night, Anita joined
me in Marseilles.

There, I dressed her as you.

I had the bandage idea...

People remember such details.

A woman in a Thunderbird
with a bandaged hand.

It was all eyewash.
No one pays any attention to anyone.

While Anita drove
as your double, I returned to Paris,

shouting at an imaginary Anita.

Spare me your dumb cocktail parties!

Make an effort, dammit!

(Dan)!"-

- Are you asleep? Are you ok?
- I'm fine.

My brake lights, please.

15 pages to go.

- Finish tomorrow. Sleep now.
- All right.

There, all set.

Great bodywork...

Are you crazy?!

The next morning, Kaub's car
was waiting for you outside.

Your part began.

- Where do I leave it?
- In the garden.

We have to go.

I said the flight was at midday.

But I had two hours to follow you,
poison you

and place your body next to Kaub's.

It would've looked like suicide
after killing your lover.

You're not mad.
You didn't kill anyone.

I'm not mad.

You didn't kill anyone.

I'm sorry.
I don't know what came over me.

It wasn't me.

You were supposed to take
the car back to Paris.

Instead, you turned off.

I turned south.

I just wanted to see the sea.

You went back
along the same route as Anita.

- Fill it up, please.
- Sure.

Your double seemed to be guiding you.

I followed you every step of the way.

So you see...

You didn't kill anyone.

You didn't kill anyone.

I'm sorry.

I've always wanted to see the sea.
That's all.

THE LADY

IN THE CAR

WITH GLASSES

AND A GUN